Today I have pity for Joshua's classmates.
Last night he embarked on the WW2 cooking project he has chosen to do as part of his homework grid. I allowed him the chance to make one main meal, one dessert and one 'revolting' meal. Typical boy, he chose the latter first.
Fish Paste. The recipe is basic, some salted cod, mashed potato, margarine, pepper.... Mmmm, looked good, smelt OK. Then the worcester sauce went in. My nostrils couldn't take it anymore.
It's been refrigerated overnight and a loaf of bread has been cut into chunks. So, yum yum, cold fish paste seasoned with worcester sauce on plain bread.
My kitchen still pongs this morning.